Intro (Big Left)
Yo What Up? It's the original Devil Dog Big Left of La Coka Nostra
(Uncle Howie)
Yo Big Left. This is Uncle Howie. Go fuck yourself, motherfucker!
Verse 1: (ILL BILL)
Ill Bill be the personification of modern day violence and hatred
A combination of science and nature designed to degrade you
And make you into something capable of surviving the Holocaust
Machinery, bitches, and weed be our power source
Blue and red rags, green money bags, black bitches with pink pussies
Colorful things, the hunger of kings, it inspires all in the kingdom
Y’all even murdered over oil wells and selling cracks in the wrong building
This is gangster music, goons and gangbangers with Uzis
Pimpin’,Penthouse pussy programmin' their coochies
Catch me in the back of the tour bus damaging groupies
Rock bitches only rap music they bang at The Fugees
I be deadly like coke and speed, heavily smoking weed
Uncle Howie screaming, “Rest in peace, ODB.”
We south paw, hit you hard with hammers
Big Left, Ill rock records, let’s bomb these faggots!
Hook X2
Ill Bill, Big Left
We supposed to be ferocious, real shit
Ill Bill, Big Left
Too much flavor I'm major, Bill
Verse 2: (Big Left)
Yo What Up? It's the original Devil Dog Big Left of La Coka Nostra
(Uncle Howie)
Yo Big Left. This is Uncle Howie. Go fuck yourself, motherfucker!
Verse 1: (ILL BILL)
Ill Bill be the personification of modern day violence and hatred
A combination of science and nature designed to degrade you
And make you into something capable of surviving the Holocaust
Machinery, bitches, and weed be our power source
Blue and red rags, green money bags, black bitches with pink pussies
Colorful things, the hunger of kings, it inspires all in the kingdom
Y’all even murdered over oil wells and selling cracks in the wrong building
This is gangster music, goons and gangbangers with Uzis
Pimpin’,Penthouse pussy programmin' their coochies
Catch me in the back of the tour bus damaging groupies
Rock bitches only rap music they bang at The Fugees
I be deadly like coke and speed, heavily smoking weed
Uncle Howie screaming, “Rest in peace, ODB.”
We south paw, hit you hard with hammers
Big Left, Ill rock records, let’s bomb these faggots!
Hook X2
Ill Bill, Big Left
We supposed to be ferocious, real shit
Ill Bill, Big Left
Too much flavor I'm major, Bill
Verse 2: (Big Left)
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